{inspire} a haven

s I enter the house of my youth, the familiar pine scent mingles with trace of clove and cinnamon, peppers and onions. I’m aware that I’m crossing a threshold into a haven of simple comforts and complex devotions, glimmering like shiny tree ornaments in the maze of my memory. For an instant, past and present collapse and I am no longer who I think I have become but who I have always been, defined by the events and attachments that transpired here, long ago, in this house.